BYG - Ch 7
Title: Before You Go
Pairing(s): Jaemin, Yoosu (later),
Length: Chaptered 7/20?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: (gang) violence, language, abduction
Genre: AU, drama, angst
Summary: Jaejoong and his cousin have been swept up into the world of violence and gangs. The struggle and fight for his sanity is complicated greatly by the addition of a certain Shim Changmin into the mix. Will he be able to protect those he loves as well as save himself?
A/N: huu really short update, sorry TT gota sleep~~~~ but getting confused with my timeline in this story so hope this one is okay :)
Prologue|Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 - part 1 - part 2
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It was quiet. So quiet.
Jaejoong felt as if he was floating in semi-darkness. On a sea of silence. It was too heavy, again. Oppressive. Driving him slowly crazy.
His eyes sought out the other person in the room yet once again. The boy hadn’t moved or spoken for hours, but Jaejoong had never for a moment lost the sense of his presence.
Changmin was the only spark of life in the black silence. He was the only one thing real in this surreal world or suspended pain and uncertainty.
But at the moment there was not a sound from the other. Not a breath nor a movement of any kind.
Jaejoong wanted to call out to him. To wake him up and hear his voice. See his dark eyes.
Maybe it was the suffocating pressure of the room creeping up on him again, maybe it was the smoldering obsession flaring up into life again, but for whatever the reason the desire to connect with Changmin was tugging at his chest, lodged somewhere heavily behind his ribs.
He soundlessly, every so carefully, scooted towards the sleeping form of Changmin. Sleeping…or so he seemed to be.
Sitting besides the curled up body, Jaejoong hesitated an uncountable period of time. It was impossible to tell in that place, so removed from reality and time.
Finally, he reached out his hand cautiously, holding his breath at what he was about to do.
Gently and slowly, ever so slowly, he threaded his fingers into the soft locks of hair, letting the silky strands slip through his shy, trembling fingers. A pause. Then he lifted his hand another time, to carefully bury it again, deep into the boy’s hair.
There was no response, positive or negative, and as Changmin didn’t object Jaejoong slowly continued to stroke his hair. Every touch was sending something he could only identify as comfort in waves through his whole body. He was irrepressibly reminded of the feel of his hand in Junsu’s short spiky hair and his heart panged.
But then again, something about Changmin’s hair was different.
The flooding comfort was slowly growing, a soft tingling running from his fingers up his arms, and sending pleasant glitters of light into his chest.
Then his hand slipped, lowered to graze over a soft cheek, barely touching. But an almost inaudible sigh escaped those parted lips…warm breath wafting over his hand, and Jaejoong quickly drew his hand back.
Those dark eyes were looking up at him steadily.
He couldn’t read them, but at least they weren’t full of that terror they had until now almost always been brimming with. Jaejoong’s heart had stopped. The boy almost looked relaxed, no, content.
It seemed that Changmin realized the same thing at almost the exact same moment. He blinked. Then his head was moving back away from Jaejoong, only a fraction of an inch, but Jaejoong still caught the movement.
His hand automatically reached out again before he knew what he was doing, and Changmin’s whole body tensed up. But he resolutely slipped his hand ever so gently back into Changmin’s hair. It just felt right.
And as miraculously, Changmin slowly let himself relax back into the touch, his eyes were heavy on Jaejoong. He could feel them on his face. So he let his own gaze lift to meet them.
Their eyes locked, and Jaejoong’s heart slowed, missed a beat, quickened. He tried to ignore the once again odd malfunctioning of this particular body organ. He already knew something had gone wrong with it ever since he entered this room.
He continued to pet Changmin’s hair for a while, allowing his heart to calm down, allowing ample time to take the vulnerably open face. Until the growing urge to touch his face…his neck…his lips….crashed over him like a thundering wave.
His hand froze, and Changmin, who had been laying silently, eyes half closed from the gentle attention, cracked his eyes open wider. Jaejoong stared at him, still completely confused by the way his heart flipped and flopped, by the way he couldn’t breathe properly around this sweet boy.
He lifted his hand, dropping it again towards Changmin’s face, but suddenly one of Changmin’s hands came up and wrapped around his wrist tentatively. His face was full of quiet questions, a faint glint of uncertainty and doubt back in his eyes.
There seemed to be something electric radiating from Changmin’s hand, small jolts were moving up Jaejoong’s arm. He shivered and twisted his hand to grasp the long fingers instead.
The glint in Changmin’s eyes flared into warning alarm. He was already completely on edge once more, the warm atmosphere fizzling up in the sudden tension radiating from him.
Jaejoong kept the gaze steadily, staring deep into those depths. It was another few heartbeats before something clicked.
Changmin’s hand twitched, as if he wanted to draw it back, to pull away, and Jaejoong’s grip tightened slightly.
“Changmin.” he voiced out suddenly, startling them both. He took a breath, “are you…scared of me?”
He couldn’t bear the thought, didn’t want that fearful look to be directed at him like this. Changmin’s expression didn’t seem to change.
Not even knowing what he was doing, Jaejoong’s fingers moved to thread slowly through Changmin’s and he tugged the boy’s hand towards his chest. Held it, trembling, against his jittery heart. Could Changmin feel it? It was sending hot blood pounding through his whole body, setting his head spinning.
The sound of his own breath sounded loud and heavy in the small room. Why was he acting like this? Like another person? Whatever he was doing now completely didn’t make sense. But none of that really seemed to matter now for some reason.
Because Changmin’s hand in his was so warm, and Changmin’s eyes on him were searching his face hesitantly. Slow minutes ticked by, and Jaejoong was properly shocked when after another moment of deep stares Changmin’s mouth opened.
“No. I’m…not.”
Jaejoong’s lips twitched into a smile before he could suppress it. “Then would you stop looking at me like I’m going to bite your head off?”
Changmin seemed to be considering his words, eyes locked on Jaejoong’s smiling lips. Finally, he huffed a breath, a ghost of a laugh, and successfully tugged his hand away from Jaejoong’s grip.
“You’re crazy.” he muttered, tilting his whole body further away from Jaejoong. The rejection…stung.
He didn’t realize the expression on his own face was a pout until Changmin’s surprised expression was broken by a small laugh.
Jaejoong wiped his face clean, quickly and effortlessly emotionless again. Eyes glaring at the boy beneath him. The reaction was so natural. He didn’t let anyone laugh at him.
Changmin instantly became serious under the fierce look, once again wary and already closing up. He was already shrinking up, but then somehow he seemed to stop himself.
“Stop… glaring at me.” His voice was so quiet Jaejoong almost didn’t hear it, but he felt a flush of heat inside him. He turned his face away.
He didn’t know if he was angry at the kid for telling him what to do…or angry because he felt so stupid. The silence was tense for a moment, then below him Changmin sighed. The boy was moving, struggling to sit up, and Jaejoong almost reached out to help him but his pride held him back. He watched him from the corner of his eye.
Changmin reached for something beside him, then he was holding it out towards Jaejoong. He turned slightly to see the half-empty water bottle.
He glanced into Changmin’s face, his expression was blank. A simple peace offering.
Jaejoong slowly reached out and accepted it, realizing that his throat was raw and burning, the tang of blood still in his mouth. He slowly took a small drink, and Changmin’s lips pressed together slightly, as if trying to hold back a smile. He seemed about to say something, but it was lost as they heard sounds from outside the door.
The men were back.
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~gogoshoong! Chapter 8
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Pairing(s): Jaemin, Yoosu (later),
Length: Chaptered 7/20?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: (gang) violence, language, abduction
Genre: AU, drama, angst
Summary: Jaejoong and his cousin have been swept up into the world of violence and gangs. The struggle and fight for his sanity is complicated greatly by the addition of a certain Shim Changmin into the mix. Will he be able to protect those he loves as well as save himself?
A/N: huu really short update, sorry TT gota sleep~~~~ but getting confused with my timeline in this story so hope this one is okay :)
Prologue|Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 - part 1 - part 2
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It was quiet. So quiet.
Jaejoong felt as if he was floating in semi-darkness. On a sea of silence. It was too heavy, again. Oppressive. Driving him slowly crazy.
His eyes sought out the other person in the room yet once again. The boy hadn’t moved or spoken for hours, but Jaejoong had never for a moment lost the sense of his presence.
Changmin was the only spark of life in the black silence. He was the only one thing real in this surreal world or suspended pain and uncertainty.
But at the moment there was not a sound from the other. Not a breath nor a movement of any kind.
Jaejoong wanted to call out to him. To wake him up and hear his voice. See his dark eyes.
Maybe it was the suffocating pressure of the room creeping up on him again, maybe it was the smoldering obsession flaring up into life again, but for whatever the reason the desire to connect with Changmin was tugging at his chest, lodged somewhere heavily behind his ribs.
He soundlessly, every so carefully, scooted towards the sleeping form of Changmin. Sleeping…or so he seemed to be.
Sitting besides the curled up body, Jaejoong hesitated an uncountable period of time. It was impossible to tell in that place, so removed from reality and time.
Finally, he reached out his hand cautiously, holding his breath at what he was about to do.
Gently and slowly, ever so slowly, he threaded his fingers into the soft locks of hair, letting the silky strands slip through his shy, trembling fingers. A pause. Then he lifted his hand another time, to carefully bury it again, deep into the boy’s hair.
There was no response, positive or negative, and as Changmin didn’t object Jaejoong slowly continued to stroke his hair. Every touch was sending something he could only identify as comfort in waves through his whole body. He was irrepressibly reminded of the feel of his hand in Junsu’s short spiky hair and his heart panged.
But then again, something about Changmin’s hair was different.
The flooding comfort was slowly growing, a soft tingling running from his fingers up his arms, and sending pleasant glitters of light into his chest.
Then his hand slipped, lowered to graze over a soft cheek, barely touching. But an almost inaudible sigh escaped those parted lips…warm breath wafting over his hand, and Jaejoong quickly drew his hand back.
Those dark eyes were looking up at him steadily.
He couldn’t read them, but at least they weren’t full of that terror they had until now almost always been brimming with. Jaejoong’s heart had stopped. The boy almost looked relaxed, no, content.
It seemed that Changmin realized the same thing at almost the exact same moment. He blinked. Then his head was moving back away from Jaejoong, only a fraction of an inch, but Jaejoong still caught the movement.
His hand automatically reached out again before he knew what he was doing, and Changmin’s whole body tensed up. But he resolutely slipped his hand ever so gently back into Changmin’s hair. It just felt right.
And as miraculously, Changmin slowly let himself relax back into the touch, his eyes were heavy on Jaejoong. He could feel them on his face. So he let his own gaze lift to meet them.
Their eyes locked, and Jaejoong’s heart slowed, missed a beat, quickened. He tried to ignore the once again odd malfunctioning of this particular body organ. He already knew something had gone wrong with it ever since he entered this room.
He continued to pet Changmin’s hair for a while, allowing his heart to calm down, allowing ample time to take the vulnerably open face. Until the growing urge to touch his face…his neck…his lips….crashed over him like a thundering wave.
His hand froze, and Changmin, who had been laying silently, eyes half closed from the gentle attention, cracked his eyes open wider. Jaejoong stared at him, still completely confused by the way his heart flipped and flopped, by the way he couldn’t breathe properly around this sweet boy.
He lifted his hand, dropping it again towards Changmin’s face, but suddenly one of Changmin’s hands came up and wrapped around his wrist tentatively. His face was full of quiet questions, a faint glint of uncertainty and doubt back in his eyes.
There seemed to be something electric radiating from Changmin’s hand, small jolts were moving up Jaejoong’s arm. He shivered and twisted his hand to grasp the long fingers instead.
The glint in Changmin’s eyes flared into warning alarm. He was already completely on edge once more, the warm atmosphere fizzling up in the sudden tension radiating from him.
Jaejoong kept the gaze steadily, staring deep into those depths. It was another few heartbeats before something clicked.
Changmin’s hand twitched, as if he wanted to draw it back, to pull away, and Jaejoong’s grip tightened slightly.
“Changmin.” he voiced out suddenly, startling them both. He took a breath, “are you…scared of me?”
He couldn’t bear the thought, didn’t want that fearful look to be directed at him like this. Changmin’s expression didn’t seem to change.
Not even knowing what he was doing, Jaejoong’s fingers moved to thread slowly through Changmin’s and he tugged the boy’s hand towards his chest. Held it, trembling, against his jittery heart. Could Changmin feel it? It was sending hot blood pounding through his whole body, setting his head spinning.
The sound of his own breath sounded loud and heavy in the small room. Why was he acting like this? Like another person? Whatever he was doing now completely didn’t make sense. But none of that really seemed to matter now for some reason.
Because Changmin’s hand in his was so warm, and Changmin’s eyes on him were searching his face hesitantly. Slow minutes ticked by, and Jaejoong was properly shocked when after another moment of deep stares Changmin’s mouth opened.
“No. I’m…not.”
Jaejoong’s lips twitched into a smile before he could suppress it. “Then would you stop looking at me like I’m going to bite your head off?”
Changmin seemed to be considering his words, eyes locked on Jaejoong’s smiling lips. Finally, he huffed a breath, a ghost of a laugh, and successfully tugged his hand away from Jaejoong’s grip.
“You’re crazy.” he muttered, tilting his whole body further away from Jaejoong. The rejection…stung.
He didn’t realize the expression on his own face was a pout until Changmin’s surprised expression was broken by a small laugh.
Jaejoong wiped his face clean, quickly and effortlessly emotionless again. Eyes glaring at the boy beneath him. The reaction was so natural. He didn’t let anyone laugh at him.
Changmin instantly became serious under the fierce look, once again wary and already closing up. He was already shrinking up, but then somehow he seemed to stop himself.
“Stop… glaring at me.” His voice was so quiet Jaejoong almost didn’t hear it, but he felt a flush of heat inside him. He turned his face away.
He didn’t know if he was angry at the kid for telling him what to do…or angry because he felt so stupid. The silence was tense for a moment, then below him Changmin sighed. The boy was moving, struggling to sit up, and Jaejoong almost reached out to help him but his pride held him back. He watched him from the corner of his eye.
Changmin reached for something beside him, then he was holding it out towards Jaejoong. He turned slightly to see the half-empty water bottle.
He glanced into Changmin’s face, his expression was blank. A simple peace offering.
Jaejoong slowly reached out and accepted it, realizing that his throat was raw and burning, the tang of blood still in his mouth. He slowly took a small drink, and Changmin’s lips pressed together slightly, as if trying to hold back a smile. He seemed about to say something, but it was lost as they heard sounds from outside the door.
The men were back.
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~gogoshoong! Chapter 8
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